What He Gave Her Prologue & Pt 1

She was beautiful, stunning even. She was born in royalty, she had dresses of gold and jewelry worth more than some houses. She should have been the envy of girls everywhere. She should've had suitors lined up for marriage. She should not of had to wear a veil to cover her face everyday. She shouldn't of had to cry herself to sleep most nights. In reality she shouldn't even be alive.

They said she was doomed to a life of loneliness; if she was lucky she would die young. She listened to the whispers, became a ghost, never really living, until one night she meet a beautiful man. He saved her, helped her live, but they were doomed from the start, with tragedy always close at their heels.

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The day she was born was not a happy day, her mother cried and her father drank wine out of anger. Her face was deformed. She should've died, as the rumors said. They should've killed her, but her royalty saved her life. Her parents were too important for their child to be murdered.

They say she had perfect lips. A smile that could make you wanna conquer your biggest fear just to see it. Her face was scarred, but her lips were smooth. She wore veils. Beautiful black, lace veils that stop at her lips. She always wanted people to see her lips. She said they were the only part of herself she really loved.

Her dresses were always gold, to show her statue in society. She didn't get out much however. She was banished to her own castle, locked away by her own family. She didn't mind though, she found comfort in her solitude, passing the days with books, and prayer, but most of all she dreamed. She dreamed of a different life, somewhere she didn't have to where she didn't have to wear a black veil. She dreamed of love. She dreamed of a little house somewhere far away. She dreamed of a happy ending.

She was fifteen now. Fifteen years of salty tears, and sleepless nights. Fifteens years of beautiful smiles and beautiful veils. Some days she almost forgot about her deformity. Some days she could almost forget what was under the veils. Some days however, she didn't want to leave her bed. She wanted to hide away from the world. And some really bad days she wished she was dead. Fifteen years of the highs and lows of living.

Those who really knew her, knew she loved stories. On the rare occasion she would have a visitor, she loved to hear them talk; she loved to hear of the outside world as she called it. She loved to read. Some say she saw it as a escape from the real world, and that was one reason. The real reason she read, was because she loved stories. Some believe she was writing her own story, a book even. But, she didn't need a book, her life was her story and every day was a different chapter.

She wanted a happy ending. She longed for it really, but it seemed fate had other plans. She never really thought of love in a relationship way. She longed for love as more of a acceptance. She wanted to be loved and accepted by her peers. She craved it. She didn't receive it. Fifteen years of smiling behind veils.

They say she was cursed to a lonely life, and that thought crushed her. It haunted her dreams, and followed her around during the day. She had come to accept her deformity, but she couldn't accept the thought of a loveless life, to her it wouldn't be a story worth reading.

One day a boy fell into her lonely life, and made it a story worth reading. One day a boy broke down all her walls. One day a boy ruined her. One day she ruined a boy. One day a boy fell into her lonely life and she didn't see a reason to wear veils anymore.